to christen this account, here is a small omegaverse fic wip for eggbu set when wemmbu escaped the law!!! its been sitting in my docs for far too long so pls dont look at it too close 😭
When he felt the first wave of dizziness — flubbing a mace hit in the middle of killing a Lawmen — he pushed it all away to lock in on killing the last of them stopping them from disappearing into the Great Sea.
But he can’t exactly keep ignoring the sharpening of his teeth, or the way his claws begin to extend, as his body perceives it has a nest it needs to get back to and a pack to protect. The warm feeling in his gut that quickly begins to burn, then ache, causing sweat to break out on his forehead. Which is just great. Especially since he’s nowhere near prepared enough for his heat to suddenly hit him in the middle of literally trying to escape getting dragged back to prison.
The only thing he had going for him was the scent blocker keeping anyone from realizing exactly what's happening — until it starts to rain, and the patch on his neck that he’s been needing to change since he escaped jail begins to peel off at the corners, and has suddenly been rendered useless. Because of course it would at the most inconvenient time.
Deputy Ace is the first to notice the second they crowd around him and Egg when he subtly smells the air, and his eyes lock onto Wemmbu’s flat look daring him to say something about it. He’s kept a good lock on his secondary gender from most of the server for as long as he could, but after Lettuce’s prison unwillingly made him reveal that particular secret when he had to (reluctantly) ask for more scent blockers (and then deal with Lettuce’s holier than thou attitude about the whole thing), he assumes by now it's a server-wide open secret to anyone who cares enough to know the secondary gender of the person who nuked most of the server. Because apparently that's enough to be news to some people.
Maybe his scent sharpens in warning, since Deputy Ace takes a healthy step back away from clawing distance. The sudden onset of symptoms is making body feel far too weak, the base of his horns aching where they meet his head and his tail whipping behind him so much that Egg gives it a glance.
The other Law soldiers also start sniffing the air, some of them looking far more fearful than when he was actively killing them, and also taking a couple of steps back, turning the crowding circle into something more loose.
Some are stupid enough to stay within reaching distance, their eyes glued onto him and their nostrils flaring as they scent the sweet smell probably pouring from him that he never really understood why it was so addictive. Thankfully, before Wemmbu starts feeling that instinctive urge to lash out at anyone getting too close to him and his pack, they get quickly pulled back by their other comrades.
“Bro.” Egg says, finally turning to him with disbelief painting his expression, having caught on that the sickly sweet scent of lemons filling the air around them was coming from Wemmbu, mixing with the smell of the ocean at their backs. “There’s no way.” He says, and Wemmbu feels his face warm even more than it already was.
“Don’t act like I timed this on purpose.” Wemmbu says, because seriously, if they’re surprised, he’s about to have a crashout from shock. Out of everyone here, he loses the most in this situation. Namely, his mind, while it fights to tear out the throats of anyone who gets in his personal bubble, while also feeling the familiar tug in his gut that makes him want to lie down before the lightheadedness does it for him.
Egg gives the group around them a wary glance. “Honestly, how are they planning on taking us in now? I would actually love to see them try, I’m not gonna lie.” He says, and when Wemmbu’s tail winds around his leg, creasing his suit pants, he doesn’t give it more than a brief look. “Yeah, they’re cooked.” He says in response, Wemmbu just lets out a low growl as one of the Lawmen raises their sword at them.
Deputy Ace just about to open his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, probably asking himself the same question, when something makes him look up into the sky.
Jaden slams down, macing one of the Lawmen, and barely stopping for a second before using the rain to shoot back into the air.
Then, the fight is back on as if their little pause had never happened.
Other than a few of the Lawmen wavering just enough for Wemmbu to cut them down in response to his heightened scent forcing their nature against hurting him during a heat, the battle pretty much wraps up without too much fuss, considering how over it was for Wemmbu and Egg before Jaden dropped in.
After Jaden says his very impressive and intimidating one-liner that Egg gives him a raised eyebrow over, his eyes immediately gravitate to Wemmbu, narrowing like he’s trying to solve a puzzle just by staring hard enough.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to know of somewhere we can crash for a few days, do you?” Wemmbu says, trying to nonchalantly lean his weight onto one leg. He feels like he’s warmed-up roadkill, everything in his soul telling him that he needs to say screw it and break into the Law outpost behind them and shack up inside there to ride out his impending heat.
“Preferibly an enclosed space.” Egg adds, subtly leaning in his direction like he’s going to catch Wemmbu if he falls. Which he doesn’t have much faith in at all.
Sudden understanding hits Jaden, his mask unable to hide the way his eyes widen in surprise at the very distinct smell of an omega in heat. Wemmbu tries not to let it sour his rising opinion of him to see him so taken aback by this development. “Uh, yeah. If you want, you can come back with us. It won't take long if you have a trident.” He offers diplomatically.
Egg gives the ocean a considering look, before turning to him, Wemmbu having the final say even though he can see in Egg’s eyes that he’s telling him to go along with it.
With literally nothing left to lose except the life Jadan literally just risked his empire for so why would he immediately betray him, Wemmbu agrees. Because even he knows shacking up in the Law outpost will only get them captured and killed, no matter what his instincts are telling him to do before he explodes, or whatever.
And with the recently acquired tridents from the bodies of the Law they’re leaving behind for their buddies to find, they begin their journey out into the sea, following close behind Jaden and his men.
Flying through the salt water helps him to gain a little brainpower back from where his head was slowly beginning to cook inside his skull, but it still isn’t enough to hold back all his symptoms before they make it back to his pirate civilization. He can’t go more than a few meters without stopping to make sure Egg is within a certain radius of him and not getting too close with any of the pirates, because he swears if he has to smell any of these people on his suit they’re burning it and getting Egg new clothes.
When they finally make it to a very familiar structure he helped Jaden take over what feels like ages ago, they go through the boat elevator as quickly as they can. He doesn’t mind the stray pirates shooting him looks as he crowds probably too close to Egg, his tail winding around his arm. Egg only sighs in response, letting himself be tugged closer like a rag doll.
He’s far used to his clinginess during his heat even when around strangers or enemies, and doesn’t try to subtly back away like he did in the beginning, which only got him stuck in the nest for longer with a suffocating version of Wemmbu he never wants to deal with again. His words, not Wemmbu’s. Because he thinks he should’ve seen it coming when he pushed a posturing omega away from protecting their pack in front of the people who they wanted to see the claim the most. Like, bro, what did he think would happen?
When the elevator finally stops, Jaden grabs a stray boat tied to the edges of the room and gets inside. “It’ll be easier to boat from here until we get up to the main building.” He says, gesturing to any one of the boats that his pirates are now placing.
He grabs Egg before he can think of getting too far and tugs him into an empty one, focusing all his attention on not piercing him with his claws. When he goes to grab the oars and move them to steer them forward, his lower stomach begins to pinch in a cramp, causing his forehead to bead with sweat.
He has to take a second to breathe through it, the ache spreading until he’s sure he’s about to be cut in half by the pain. After a moment, it slowly starts to ebb. His hands ache where they’re holding onto the oars for dear life, and he forces himself to relax.
“Yo, are you good?” Egg says, breaking the silence. He knows by now not to annoy him by talking when a wave of cramps starts, which Wemmbu would take the time to appreciate any other time than now. Now, all he can feel is the burning urge to lock them in a dark room and sleep for days on end.
He nods quickly, seeing Jaden much further ahead than them, and starts to row forward, his arms trembling — as usual for the heat that’s about to hit him.
He can only be mildly impressed with the state of Jaden’s civilization for as long as it takes to get into the city proper, before his instincts start to make things even more annoying.
The amount of scents causing his hair to stand up on end makes him want to start swinging at every boat going past them on their way up to Jaden’s palace-thing where he promised a secluded, dark room without people milling about and stinking up the place. Egg makes sure to thank him while Wemmbu is busy lowkey baring his teeth at every passerby, making sure they stay a healthy distance and keep their scents to themselves.